| Song | Landing Gear |
| Artist | Ani DiFranco |
| Album | Red Letter Year |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Hey little bag of sugar floating in your biosphere | |
| Summon the courage to put down your landing gear | |
| And come out here' | |
| Cause I am as exhausted as a drowning polar bear | |
| Swimming around, looking for a ride | |
| And it's so god awful hot outside | |
| Quiet kicking me in the rib every time | |
| Adam tells what he did | |
| Man creates woman, he says | |
| Sweeping his hand through the air like mister show biz | |
| And you're gonna love this world if it's the last thing | |
| I doThe whole extravagant joke topped in bitter sweet chocolate goo | |
| For someone who ain't even here yet look how much the world loves you | |
| Look how much the world loves you | |
| The candles are burning down, the music is fading | |
| Your piñata is torn, it's time to be born | |
| And death is at the door peddling that old fashioned blood and gore | |
| Here at the house of creation, cue the sobering moment of revelation | |
| You're gonna love this world if it's the last thing | |
| I doThe whole extravagant joke topped in bitter sweet chocolate goo | |
| For someone who ain't even here yet look how much the world loves you | |
| Look how much the world loves you |
| Hey little bag of sugar floating in your biosphere | |
| Summon the courage to put down your landing gear | |
| And come out here' | |
| Cause I am as exhausted as a drowning polar bear | |
| Swimming around, looking for a ride | |
| And it' s so god awful hot outside | |
| Quiet kicking me in the rib every time | |
| Adam tells what he did | |
| Man creates woman, he says | |
| Sweeping his hand through the air like mister show biz | |
| And you' re gonna love this world if it' s the last thing | |
| I doThe whole extravagant joke topped in bitter sweet chocolate goo | |
| For someone who ain' t even here yet look how much the world loves you | |
| Look how much the world loves you | |
| The candles are burning down, the music is fading | |
| Your pi ata is torn, it' s time to be born | |
| And death is at the door peddling that old fashioned blood and gore | |
| Here at the house of creation, cue the sobering moment of revelation | |
| You' re gonna love this world if it' s the last thing | |
| I doThe whole extravagant joke topped in bitter sweet chocolate goo | |
| For someone who ain' t even here yet look how much the world loves you | |
| Look how much the world loves you |
| Hey little bag of sugar floating in your biosphere | |
| Summon the courage to put down your landing gear | |
| And come out here' | |
| Cause I am as exhausted as a drowning polar bear | |
| Swimming around, looking for a ride | |
| And it' s so god awful hot outside | |
| Quiet kicking me in the rib every time | |
| Adam tells what he did | |
| Man creates woman, he says | |
| Sweeping his hand through the air like mister show biz | |
| And you' re gonna love this world if it' s the last thing | |
| I doThe whole extravagant joke topped in bitter sweet chocolate goo | |
| For someone who ain' t even here yet look how much the world loves you | |
| Look how much the world loves you | |
| The candles are burning down, the music is fading | |
| Your pi ata is torn, it' s time to be born | |
| And death is at the door peddling that old fashioned blood and gore | |
| Here at the house of creation, cue the sobering moment of revelation | |
| You' re gonna love this world if it' s the last thing | |
| I doThe whole extravagant joke topped in bitter sweet chocolate goo | |
| For someone who ain' t even here yet look how much the world loves you | |
| Look how much the world loves you |